19
DANTE
“You need something in your stomach. You’re not thinking clearly if you believe you can drop everything and walk away from what we’ve got,” I told her.
She shoved herself down the hallway, refusing to let me take her elbow, and evidently didn’t appreciate how hard such behavior was going to get her spanked.
My c**k grew hard at the thought.
Disciplined.
Harder still.
Chastised.
I needed to stop thinking about it or my hard on would lead the way into the restaurant.
This public persona thing meant I had to keep myself under control when Savanna was around.
That was a feat more difficult than climbing K2.
“Savanna, slow down,” I warned.
“If you had any sense at all, Dante, you’d put some distance between me and you. At least until you know those agents have left town.”
